Chapter 139: Met Amemiya Kurando, the Sword Saint ③

Translated by AmaLynne

Afterward, Sam and the others had a good conversation with Kurando and Mizuki.

Only Hanae was not able to engage in much conversation, partly because she speaks few words, and sleepily slumped over.

He noticed that they had been talking for about thirty minutes already.

Most of the conversation was about Lise’s memories from when she was at the dojo, but it was a pleasant time for Sam to learn about a side of his fiancée that he had never known.

“――Lise, I enjoy talking with you like this, but you have come to the dojo. After a long time, would you like to have a duel with me?”

Lise rolled her eyes at the sudden Sword Saint proposal, and the word “duel” made the sleepiness disappear from Hanae.

“Of course, you are welcome, Hanae-dono. Since a few minutes ago, you seemed to want to fight with me, and I am sorry if I am boring you too much.”

“…Hanae-same.”

Sorry. But――If you’ve invited me, there’s no reason for me to refuse.”

“What about you, Samuel-kun?”

“No, I’m a wizard, so I’m not much for fighting in the dojo.”

“Lise has taught you martial arts, hasn’t she? I’ve heard that you are quite good at close combat using body enhancement magic.”

“……hahahaha.”

Sam laughed deceptively.

He likes learning magic, but he is not a battle junkie like Hanae, who has the desire to fight strong people no matter who they are.

He will fight if he has to, and if he does, he will show no mercy or restraint, but he is not so battle-hungry that he wants to fight unnecessarily.

(――And if I fight this person, I won’t win even if I fight with all my might, or maybe I’ll want to fight beyond my might.)

Not having the confidence to win the fight was another reason why he was not enthusiastic about it.

Perhaps sensing Sam’s feelings, or perhaps there was another reason, Kurando did not invite him any further.

“Ah, Samuel. Well, could you meet Kotomi?”

It was Mizuki who suggested it on behalf of her father.

She shook her braids and smiled.

“Right off the bat, tell me and my sister about the Land of the Rising Sun.”

“…I’m sure Kotomi will be pleased. Samuel-kun, if you don’t mind?”

“I will be happy to.”

There was no reason to refuse.

Besides, Sam was also concerned about a girl whose magic was too big for a wizard.

“Thank you. Mizuki, please show Samuel-kun around. Please do not be rude.”

“All right, let’s go.”

“Yes, I will. Then, Lise-sama, Hanae-sama, I’m going to see Kotomi-sama.”

“Say hello to Kotomi-sama.”

“Have a good day.”

He nodded to them both, stood up, bowed to the dojo with Mizuki, and left.

They walk down the hallway of the mansion and up the stairs.

The mansion is large enough to hold the title of Sword Saint.

The maids we passed along the way also wore the air of fighters, as if they had some kind of martial arts training.

“I think my sister will be very happy to see you. Actually, she is a fan of yours.”

“A fan, how could she be?”

Sam was puzzled when Mizuki said such a thing while walking.

He did not remember doing anything that would make her a fan.

Then Mizuki laughed and continued.

“He appeared in Royal Capital out of nowhere, claimed to be the apprentice of that Ulrike Scheidt Walker, wrested the title from the most powerful wizard in the Skye Kingdom, and even single-handedly fought a dragon that tried to attack the city. Isn’t he just like the hero of a story?”

“I guess that’s just how it is. There are so many things that have happened to me, and it all happened so fast.”

A lot has happened in the two months since he arrived at Royal Capital.

He came to Royal Capital out of a broken heart, but now he thinks it may have been the guidance of his late mentor.

Thanks to that, he was able to meet his loved ones, his family, and his friends.

“I envy you a little.”

“Mizuki-sama?”

“I know that I will teach swordsmanship in this dojo for the foreseeable future. Even if the successor is someone other than me, what I have to do will not change. That means I had no other choice.”

“Are you questioning your future?”

In response to Sam’s question, Mizuki shook her head as if in denial.

“I’m sorry I gave you the wrong impression. I like swordsmanship and I am proud of my position as a master.? But――since I’ve only been a swordsman since I was a child――I sometimes think about a different future.”

(Perhaps you have thoughts about not being the heir to the Sword Saint?)

He couldn’t say it out loud, but that’s what crossed my mind.

According to Lise, Mizuki is the best among the disciples of the Sword Saint.

If so, why is she being excluded from the list of potential successors?

Perhaps the question could be held by Mizuki herself.

Perhaps the question is also significant because of the good relationship between father and daughter.

“I envy you, Mizuki-sama.”

“Me?”

“I don’t have any talent in swordsmanship.”

“I hear that. I’ve heard that you can’t even hold a sword in the right position.”

“I can hold a sword, but after that, it falls apart.”

Mizuki laughed amusedly at Sam, who shrugged his shoulders and said.

“Ahaha. I’d like to see that. I think he’s talented in a way.”

“Unfortunately, it looks like I’m nothing but a laughingstock.”

Sam was relieved to see Mizuki, who had looked a little gloomy earlier, laugh out loud.

It was not so easy to get involved in the affairs of the house, and he was not sure if he could step into a delicate subject.

As they continued to talk about other things to change the subject, Sam moved with Mizuki through the mansion.

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